Feast for Thought

(Predictions of) A good monsoon ought to cheer up a farmer, far more and far earlier than lesser citizens of a nation. After all, the monsoons are a sort of DBT from Nature to the farmer's soul. And the rest of the nation benefits indirectly. But what do we notice? Prediction of good rains cheers up stock markets, energises the brokers, adds to the disposable incomes of the elite, keeps up the GDP illusion... all this before the farmer can say ஏலேலோ ஐலசா 'Elelo ailasa'

A couple of recent print ads seem quite insensitive / ironical,  or a combination of both, given the glaring and present reality. Farmer, forgive the MoA for they know not..... Own a piece of earth? cosmos? universe? Indeed!